Chapter 3178: Dont continue! (1/2)

Li Yao was still thinking about things during the day.

Although he was far away from the online novelist and didn't see the scene clearly, he didn't know whether he was hallucinating or not. He seemed to hear the sound of the chandelier breaking and falling, and the online novelist breaking his bones.

Later, when the crowd rioted, and when the crowd fled, he also faintly saw the red blood on the booth, like a winding snake, sticking his tongue out at him, what message he wanted to pass on.

Later, I heard news that the online novelist was seriously injured and died, and unfortunately passed away.

Modern society is well-developed with information. Most young people have watched many accidents, **** and brutal videos, and their psychological endurance is not that bad.

But Li Yao's heart was still beating, and his mind was full of this matter.

Is it... fear?

No, in addition to fear, it is more of doubt, and there is a kind of inexplicable thing that flows continuously in the brain circuit.

Li Yao remembered the death of the two masters of fantasy and animation in the East and the West-Gilson and Yoshihiro Takaya.

After more than half a day of fermentation, these two events have caused an uproar in the small circle of fantasy literature and animation lovers. Various semi-true posts are flying all over the sky, as well as the spontaneous mourning of netizens, and so on.

It stands to reason that Li Yao is not a particularly fanatical fan of fantasy literature or comics, so there is no need to join in the fun.

But he just couldn't help but read and read the news about the passing of the two masters, not letting go of every photo, and compared the two pieces of news with the accident at the animation festival.

He didn't know why he wanted to do this.

A fusang cartoonist who loves mahjong, a cruel master of Western fantasy literature, plus a local online novelist-there is no similarity at all, and there is no possibility of any connection.

Although it’s a coincidence that accidents happen almost simultaneously, there are so many fantasy, sci-fi, and fantasy writers in the world, as well as a large number of cartoonists and animation game producers, and there are ten times more employees in the industry. Accidents do not happen. strange.

But Li Yao just thought, just thought...

Looking out through the slanting wind and drizzle on the balcony, the whole Jiangnan University City was shining with dim fireworks in the twilight. It was just repaired not far away. The elevated highway that runs through the city is full of the roar of cars, and the campus is everywhere. All colorful umbrellas make up a splendid world like a kaleidoscope.

This world seems to be a little more monotonous than the last second.

No, not now. More precisely, when the hot headlight fell from the sky and hit the head of an online novelist, Li Yao felt that the ”hue” of the entire world had become more monotonous and bleak than the last second. A little bit.

It was like a world originally composed of 18,000 colors, but one color was reduced, leaving only 17,999 colors.

Perhaps, one day, the whole world will become black and white, and even black and white will not exist, leaving only a deadly gloom, forever and ever.

”What hysteria am I having!”

Li Yao woke up from the trance, couldn't help but laugh, and knocked his head hard, ”Is it because I have read too many novels or have too many dreams, what are my brains thinking about?”

It's the graduation season now.

The students are busy writing papers, running internships, looking for jobs, and welcoming the first wave of impact from society.

Li Yao's grades and family are average, not enough to make him aloof, daydreaming all day.

He doesn't have too strong professionalism and enterprising spirit, but he hasn't fallen to the point of being playful and self-defeating. Anyway, he is an ordinary one among the three thousand mortal beings. He can live no matter how other people live, and he can't win. Long live sixty cents—isn’t that the case for most of the six to seven billion people in the world?

”Stop thinking about these useless things.”

Li Yao took a deep breath, stretched out his hands out of the balcony, took a handful of cold raindrops, and rubbed his hot face vigorously, ”I have been daydreaming all day, can I still make a good job? From tomorrow, I really can't. This degenerates, you have to prepare your graduation thesis, and participate in job fairs, and try to find a job with higher development opportunities, buying a house, buying a car, marrying a wife, having children... After all, this year’s job is really difficult. Look, now the house price is so high, I don’t know when and how long can I get the down payment. Who will marry you without a house?”

Li Yao sighed and felt a sense of powerlessness from his bone marrow.

I always felt that there was a layer of invisible and invisible film covering him, making him unable to see the direction, breathless, and unable to exert himself.

Perhaps, real life is like this, the pressure is great, everyone must do their best, exhausted, in order to win some breathing space between the steel jungle, and then it is considered to have completed their responsibilities and missions.

It's better to be a down-to-earth person. After all, he is no longer the age at which he can dream irresponsibly.

Can't live in absurd dreams for a lifetime and never grow up, right?

Li Yao shook his head vigorously, trying to throw all the messy thoughts-accidents during the day, the death of the Eastern and Western fantasy masters, including the Tyrannosaurus rex with lipstick in dreams, out of the sky.

Simply wash, climb on his own high and low bed, throw the whole person into the bunk, his body is extremely exhausted, but his brain is extremely awake, resisting the idea of ​​falling asleep-he doesn't know, if he falls asleep and sees it again in a dream When the Tyrannosaurus rex smeared lipstick on the other end, and the Tyrannosaurus rex once again invited him to ”wake up and fight”, what should he do?

Li Yao slid on his phone, ready to browse a few more news and posts.

In the WeChat pop-up window, Zhao Kai's portrait flashed, but he sent him a link-the website of the novel ”Forty Thousand Years of Comprehension”.

It seems that Zhao Kai is really excited.